Lilly's listening intently as the front door swings open. She's hoping desperately that it's Duncan so Alain can talk to him and he can help them, but then she hears the familiar sound of heels clicking over marble and her face goes pale.
Even before she hears the voice, she knows. It's not Duncan. It's Celeste.
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Date: 2005-10-04 04:03 am (UTC)Even before she hears the voice, she knows. It's not Duncan. It's Celeste.